Ruff Ryders - Ryde Or Die Boyz (feat. Yung Wun & Larsiny) Lyrics
[Yung Wun]Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashionFlashin, talker, no actionRead emcees like TV's with captionsCharts we smash on, guns we blast themSpit fire like blow dryers and drag dash onYour career won't last long, real name Shawn LassiterFour words for y'all, F type no passengerFlow nastier, man you know what I meanAnd I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and greenSo the wrist look like a twister matMan, I ***** the biscuit back and twist ya capOpps, clipped ya face just missed ya hatThis go out to those that think this just a rapWell mister, address the gat and we'll address ya backNasty, nasty, spittin discusting rapsAnd I doubt that cha'll cats can ***** with thatChorus:You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boyThese Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you upYou don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boyThese Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you upYou don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boyThese Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you upYou don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boyYou don't want no drummer boy[Larsiny]I hate cops, and I like you even lessI turn your whole block into a bleedin messNiggas talk hard, and get an easy death'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm ???And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary fingerAll talk, no show, Jerry SpringerI don't care if you a skinny or a burly niggaI'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirrorWe shake your features, y'all make believersAnd the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizureI ball of the scale, break the meterAnd if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'chaHold up, take a breather,